All Is Calm And Still Poem by Paul Holmes

A wisp of blue
Morning mist
Caresses the mirrored lake
As a pale yellow sun
Slowly filters through;
Two Mute Swans
Sail effortlessly by
In stately splendour.

A rivulet trickles
Beside a bridge
Built of mellow stone;
Here field mice
Will find refreshment
Through their busy day.

High above
A sycamore tree
Not a breath of wind
Stirs a single leaf,
And down below
A Fly Agaric
Stands silently proud
Like a miniature
Red umbrella.

Sitting, in his fold-up chair
Surveying it all,
A lone fisherman
Drinks in the scene,
And breathes
A contended sigh…